A bit of today's moment-glitter snared as it sparkled by...
'Of Little Girls'
....and raindrop pearls
...and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet...
Memories are
precious keepsakes
waiting to be cast
And moments are
like golden glitter
pouring to the past
While we are tasting
tears and laughter,
while a season spills
Into an ever-after rafter,
memory’s matrix fills
…with sweet and spicy,
tart and bitter,
thorny stem and rose
A motley mix
is memory glitter,
shaping mementos
With glints of springtime
seed we scatter;
tints of fall fruit felled
We smile while welkin-
whispers shatter
what we briefly held
A merry-making,
heart-string aching
undertaking, oh
A hush-a-bye,
then my-oh-my
how far-too-fast you grow
Then make the most
of what soon decks
the halls of yesterdays
For memory-glitter
falls like snow
on begging, gaping graves
April is
nature’s harbinger
to summer’s bloom parade
Of petaled fireworks;
buds flower,
dazzle, fizzle, fade
Where pretty violet
starlight stipples
green’s first vivid hues
Where woodlands burst
with feather-frescos
etched on
boundless blues
…where we look up
to catch the colors
from a cup that tips
gossamer glitter
sparkling through our
eager arms and lips
Into a mold
that holds the marbled mist
of days gone by
Unfolding precious keepsakes
in the twinkle of an eye
…as we become
the curator
of Time’s collected toll
Where memories
fill galleries
that only thought can stroll
Reminding us
not to get lost
too long in what is spent
Lest precious moment-glitter
gilds sad sighs
of discontent
For April always
turns to May,
then May to June-July
Time never takes
a holiday
as hours hasten by
A fount that overflows
with farewell’s font,
it's melodies
The glitter that
is turning moments
into memories
Of little girls
and raindrop pearls
and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet
Of Happiness
in lunchtime messes,
pudgy baby feet
Of work and play
and hope and praying
'if the Lord so wills'
We're making precious memories
as moment glitter spills
© Janet Martin
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Memories are precious keepsakes waiting to be cast
And moments are like golden glitter pouring to the past
While we are tasting tears and laughter, while a season spills
Into an ever-after rafter, memory’s matrix fills
…with sweet and spicy, tart and bitter, thorny stem and rose
A motley mix is memory glitter, shaping mementos
With glints of springtime seed we scatter; tints of fall fruit felled
We smile while welkin whisper shatters what we briefly held
A merry-making, heart-string aching undertaking, oh
A hush-a-bye, then my-oh-my how far-too-fast you grow
Then make the most of what soon decks the halls of yesterdays
For memory-glitter falls like snow on begging, gaping graves
April is nature’s harbinger to summer’s bloom parade
Of petaled fireworks; buds flower, dazzle, fizzle, fade
Where pretty violet starlight stipples green’s first vivid hues
Where woodlands burst with feather-frescos etched on boundless blues
…where we look up to catch the colors from a cup that tips
Gossamer glitter sparkling through our eager arms and lips
Into a mold that holds the marbled mist of days gone by
Unfolding precious keepsakes in the twinkle of an eye
…as we become the curator of Time’s collected toll
Where memories fill galleries that only thought can stroll
Reminding us not to get lost too long in what is spent
Lest precious moment-glitter gilds sad sighs of discontent
For April always turns to May, then May to June-July
Time never takes a holiday as hours hasten by
A fount that overflows farewell’s momentous font with ease
The glitter that is turning moments into memories
Of little girls and raindrop pearls and birdie's tweet-tweet-tweet
Of Happiness in lunchtime messes, pudgy baby feet
Of work and play and hope and praying 'if the Lord so wills'
We're making precious memories as moment glitter spills
© Janet Martin
